Can I cry for a thousand women?

Can I cry for a thousand women?

Can I say the unsaid?

Do I have the courage to speak for them?

The wounded and the dead

Can I cry for a thousand women?

Can I speak the pain of the past?

Can I lift the veil of secrecy?

Can I free them all at last?

Can I cry for a thousand women?

Those downtrodden and in pain

Can I let the truth pass through my lips?

Or will I let the urge wane?

Can I cry for a thousand women?

Can let their wails escape my throat?

Do I have the strength to speak their grief?

Or will I stutter, stumble and choke?

The truth is I must try regardless

Of if my message falls on deaf ears

I cannot wait for the perfect moment

Or to be without fear

I speak for the 1 in a thousand

Who needs these words right now

Your worth is not defined

By the what, the where, the how

You conform to expectations

You play the good girl role

Ever shrinking, dimming, dying

Diminishing your soul

Your worth is intrinsic

It’s not tied to any thing

Least of all an ideal

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